**** Disclaimer: I do NOT own the recognizable events, characters, or places in this story. Characters and events, as well as the Twiverse, belong to Stephanie Meyer. Forks, Port Angeles, and other real places belong to themselves, their own entities. ****

A/N: Usually I would put my author's notes at the bottom of the work but I wanted this one to be the first thing readers saw when they began this fic. There are some MAJOR deviations from Canon Twilight, including family trees (for the Natives) and imprinting situations, other situations will become obvious in moments- so this is technically an Alternate Universe fic.

This is also an imprint story, but a decidedly dark and broken one. There will be moments that could TRIGGER people who have issues with things like self-harm/mutilation, blood play, aggression, and non-con (not sex, but still!). I will have TRIGGER warnings before said chapters, as I know that this can be a serious issue for some.

That being said, I hope you enjoy this fic and that you stick with me through it, as this has been bouncing around in my head for a while and I wish to see where the outline (finished, and already have quite a few chapters too!) will take me.

Reviews, favorites, or follows are always welcome but will NEVER be required of you!

Thank you, and now, please enjoy!

PS: This work is NOT beta'd, I don't currently have one.

TRIGGER WARNING: MUTILATION AND BLOOD PLAY IN THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

"No! This is about my soul, isn't it?!" Bella was furious, a new and curious feeling for the small girl. Her heart beat fast and angry against her chest- a noise she was sure that the pale and perfect man in front of her could hear. "Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care, Edward. I don't care! You can have my soul. I don't want it without you - it's yours already!"

Edward, perfection even in his barely focused form, breathed a deep and unneeded sigh. His mouth twisted in a way that Bella would almost have called cruel had she not believed, fully, that this vampire in front of her was anything more than a creature of instincts and death.

When he looked back up at her, however, his liquid gold eyes had solidified and frozen in his face. Their harshness marring his otherwise perfect features in a cold mask.

"Bella, I don't want you to come with me." His eyes were cold as he watched the human's face, his voice low while the words dripped slowly from his mouth.

"You... don't... want me?" Bella sounded dumb even to herself as her countenance faltered. She had repeated his words in her head a few times before finding her voice, and now she very much wished she hadn't managed to do so. "Well, that changes things."

Edward began to talk then, Bella numbly ignored his words. I don't want you to come with me. Her mind repeated it on a loop. I don't want you with me. The promises from Arizona meant nothing, her hand unconsciously going to the mark of James, where her skin had reformed cold and stark against her already pale body. I. Don't. Want. You.

Bella's head snapped up and in a flash of temper and righteous fury she began to hurl words at the man, monster, who stood in front of her.

"How dare you! How… How… How dare you?!" Her voice sounded alien even to her, a force she didn't recognize began to boil under her skin. "You promise, you spoke such sweet words and promises in Arizona. To stay, to love me, to be there. Yet here we are, here you are. The words finally crossed your perfect lips, didn't they?" Bella spit the words at him as she fumed. "You don't want me. Is it anymore? Or did you ever? Was I nothing more than a distraction? Or a lesson in self-control?!"

Bella began to walk furiously past her now ex-boyfriend, the vampire standing there stunned for just a moment too long. She knocked him on accident in passing, the contact spreading fire and lightening through the undead man's body. The next time he opened his eyes, they were black.

Before Bella could get outside the tree line and back to her house, however, Edward grabbed her almost violently and covered her mouth to stop her scream. It never came, but still. Bella truly did have no sense of self-preservation. No sane human would have thought to tempt and anger a vampire.

"I will show you just what you were." Edward's voice was venomous as he hissed in her ear before tearing off into the woods. He wanted no one to hear, see, or know of what he was about to do. And by the time he was done with this woman, this enigma he claimed to love, no one would be able to find her again. She would truly be broken; he would ensure it.

Bella did not know how long Edward ran with her, the branches rubbing against her clothing and tearing at her skin and hair. Once he deposited the girl on the ground it felt like they weren't even in Washington anymore. In reality they had only ran a few miles, but to a mortal that distance at that speed felt like light years of space.

The vampire unceremoniously dumped the human to the ground as he reached down to her clothes. He ripped her pants off at the knees, stripping the material in his hands. He would enjoy this. The monster within him had been all but begging for it ever since he had first smelled that horridly addicting scent that was the blood that ran through the girl's veins.

Edward's humanity, what little was left, struggled hard with the monster within the Victorian man. For 106 or so he had one hell of a moral compass, or so he had believed. Carlisle would be very disappointed in this, but Edward knew he was a smooth enough liar that the monster within would be able to hide the fact the blood he was about to consume was Bella's.

Alice was going to be no problem either, thankfully, as his adoptive parents were planning another wedding and she was so wrapped in the designs and plans that Edward could outright murder the girl before him and half of Forks before Alice noticed anything.

"Edward. Wha-" Bella began, only to be stopped by a cold hand covering her mouth. Her eyes widened and the smell of her fear permeated the air when she caught sight of his darkened black eyes. Emotionlessly the vampire stuffed a piece of her pant leg into her mouth and then bound it in place with another. The only noises to come forth now were grunts and scared moans.

The monster bloomed at this new development. She finally felt fear, she finally had a proper reaction. Too bad it was for the wrong side of Edward.

Quicker than the girl's eyes and brain could keep up she was lifted and tied to a tree. Her feet dangled a good three to six inches from the ground, her arms raised above her head. She was confused for a quick moment, wondering how he had managed enough material out of her pant legs until she felt the cold wind against her skin.

He had taken and stripped her coat as well. She was exposed, bound, and helpless to a monster. One that she had inadvertently let out of its prison with her words.

If Bella had the mindset to fear for her life, she would have begun at that moment. However, the only thoughts in her mind were of how glad she was that Edward had her and only her. That no one else would hurt.

"You look like a lamb to the slaughter." Edward whispered in Bella's ear as he looked at her pale and shaking form. He leaned in closed and savored the smell of her; her fear mixed with the usual scent, as well as the faint hint of blood from small scratches that she'd received during transportation. "And your heart," He rest a frozen hand against her chest. "It's beating so fast, like a rabbit when it knows it's going to be eaten."

Bella glared at Edward, the only thing she could think to do to keep his interest in only her. At least if she died, if he drank her dry and ran, no one else would pay. Charlie would be heartbroken, but people died in these forests all the time. And she was clumsy, and got lost easily. He would be heartbroken but he had family and friends to counter some of it.

Edward traced a nail down Bella's stomach, cutting the shirt and her skin. He inhaled the fresh scent and his eyes rolled back a little as the blood slowly dripped down her abdomen. He leaned into her ear and, with a cruel smile, whispered one last intelligible thought. "I'm going to enjoy this, my little sacrifice. I can see it in your eyes, sense it in your body. You are offering this to me, aren't you?" His voice darkened. "You want me to spare the rest of the humans in town. You want me to spare Charlie, Jessica, and Angela. Don't you? Tell me the truth, Isabella, and I may be gentle in this moment- my little lamb."

Bella could not talk, nor did she have the strength to make much noise, so she merely nodded her head violently. Edward smiled a cold and cruel smile, his fangs showing as he did so. This would be ever so much more enjoyable now, knowing that the girl feared not for herself but for others. The selflessness would flavor the blood beautifully, like a wine aged in darkness with tender care.

He kneeled before her and began to lick the blood away from the wound. Releasing a bare minimum amount of his venom into his mouth he licked directly across the cut, it closed seconds after the venom touched it. The burn, however, of the venom did not go unfelt and the girl writhed in pain against the tree. Edward chuckled darkly.

This, this is what you are for. His inner thoughts would have scared him at one point, but no longer. His cruel smile widening as he began his slow and luxurious torture of the Singer before him.

Bella began to scream then, but nothing heard. No one answered. Just the solid repetition of cut, lick, burn. Cut. Lick. Burn. The pain, something a clumsy girl like Bella was used to, began to overpower even her.

Finally, as the sky began to darken, peace came. Darkness began to claim her, reprieving her from the pain and blood.

Bella barely noticed the ties be removed, the gag pulled from her lax grip. Cold hands gentle now, a dark chuckle in the black.

His darkened eyes the last thing Bella saw as she finally gave up.